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My high school button collection (partial). From my bags and hats. Guess my political leanings. Circa 1989-1992.

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My mid-90s first travel odd and ends

In this one, you can find:

1. A real live 10 Deutschmark note (paid to me by an annoying travelling companion in 1994 who was caught without a ticket on the Paris metro and I had to pay her fine. She repaid me in the only currency she had on her.)

2. A matchbook from Neachtain's pub in Galway, 1994 or 1995. 

3. A slide of an art expo in Shanghai, 1998, from my old Chinese Revolutionary Art professor

4. My nursing ID badge from when I used to work in the Alzheimers wards in London Care Homes (blond!) from around 1997-1999

5. A snipped off length of my wrapped hair, from Galway 1994, when I had very long hair with many hippy accoutrements. I used to wrap hair in the hostels for 5 pounds a pop. Paid for my Guinness in the evenings.

6. Ditto for the woven bracelets, which went for 3 pounds each. Good for a pair of Super Mac's veggie burgers.

7. Laura Palmer, wrapped in plastic, circa 1992, when we were young and painfully ironic

8. A tram ticket from Prague, 1998, possibly unused.

9. A matchbook from Java Coffeehouse here in Victoria, long, long, long defunct. They had excellent Mexican hot chocolate and very good live music.

10. A cryptic note about Prague (Prog) found in a long-dead wallet. No idea who wrote it or why. Probably 1992, as it feels like the era when we wrote short stories and bad poetry about such places.

11. Drawing pencils for an Old Skool mechanical pencil, from back when I used to use fountain pens with bladder cartridges and ink jars and mechanical pencils and carried around thick sketchbooks. I used to draw a lot.

12. Ticket to a Jeff Buckley gig in a small club in Vancouver, around 1995 1994. He walked right past me and my beer on the way to the stage. 

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Date: 2010-02-16 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duikermeisie.livejournal.com
Gorgeous little pictures of you, that nobody else would realize what they were.

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Date: 2010-02-16 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yaramaz.livejournal.com
It's an archaeological dig through ten or so totally distinct eras/interpretations of me--it's a real head trip sorting through the piles of stuff in my old room.

Every time I came home, I left some things behind and when I left again to go wherever I was going, the time-pocket items from that period of At Home were also left behind-- acquaintances or colleagues' phone numbers on napkins, identities blotted from my memory; clothes or accessories appropriate to that moment in time; cassettes or lps or cds; postcards and letters; tucked away photos (the film kind); diaries; notebooks; odds and ends. I was definitely much more of a pack rat in the past than I am now. I try to accumulate as little as possible these days.

I'm trying to reconcile the dozen-odd versions of myself with what I know of myself now.

How is your return working out? Are you having any of the same weirdness, trying to fit your previous incarnations with your current one?

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Date: 2010-02-16 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duikermeisie.livejournal.com
Onions, lady, onions.

I mean, ogres have layers. Onions have layers. Peripatetic world travellers have *layers.*

Unless you'd prefer parfait. Everybody likes parfait.

In all seriousness, that's how it is...either layers, or ingredients to make those layers. Something that happened in Prague in the 1990s changed you, either minutely or largely, and helped you become what you are now. But although soil nutrients are an integral part of what forms an onion, dissolved nitrates and phosphates are not onions.

So really, I wouldn't worry about having to reconcile them with who you are now, so much as read the recipe, laugh, and say, well, it didn't come out as well as I'd hoped but it was fun anyway.

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Date: 2010-02-16 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yaramaz.livejournal.com
I like the parfait concept- or perhaps trifle with lots of booze- because the layers aren't self-contained concentric spheres but rather a messy hodgepodge with the layers kind of oozing into each other just enough to blur the edges. Lots of fruit and cake too. Mmmmmm. No one needs to reconcile the layers in a parfait.

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Date: 2010-02-16 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duikermeisie.livejournal.com
Definitely the trifle with lots of booze. Cakey bits, and creamy bits, and some stuff that you have no idea wtf it is but it tastes good, and chunky fruity bits, all moistened with a bit of alcohol. Yeah.

I kind of think of my life as a mixed-media diorama/painting that the artist keeps adding stuff to, thinking it's never quite right. There are tons of little things and little details, somewhere between 2 and 3 dimensions, with odd materials, strange things from all over the place, and sometimes frankly bizarre thought patterns, but the whole of the thing is both interesting, compelling, and doggone weird.

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Date: 2010-02-16 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] duikermeisie.livejournal.com
As far as how is the return working out...I'm still a square peg, but it's getting better. I've over the grief, and getting to the point where it was a dream that happened to somebody else.

I don't know what that says about my mind.


Date: 2010-02-16 08:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my god I LOVE this! I'm so glad to see that I'm not the only one who saves this kind of crap (not that I'm calling your stuff crap, mind you). I'm planning on building a giant glass box (maybe a pyramid!)to fill with my many years' worth of bits and pieces I've collected some day and then all of my squirrelling will be justified.


Date: 2010-02-16 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yaramaz.livejournal.com
That's a great idea! We bought a tupperware-ish shelf set up recently from a hardware store, with a half dozen clear plastic sliding shelves in a waist-high stand. I've been moving my small and breakables into the clear containers this week and it's a real head trip- top shelf is full of the pins and pendants and old earrings and a bag of half-woven thread bracelets and spare embroidery thread.

The next shelf has old art supplies and my tiny Ghanaian leather jewellery box and 15 year old post cards that resonate.

In other drawers, I have little black film containers filled with sod from the Aran islands, glittery red dirt from outside Springbok in South Africa, a tuft of fur from my beloved ex cat Elmo (truck got him); a tea cup and spoon and small envelope full of packets of brown sugar all stolen from the Bewley's Cafe on Grafton Street in Dublin (in 1994, when I was so backpacker poor that stealing packets of sugar seemed like a good idea); a silver and glass Russian tea glass given to me by my good friend in the then-East Germany (1993).

And so on. It's really really a mind trip!

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Date: 2010-02-16 08:34 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Sorry, not familiar with Livejournal. That was from me, Marie at Matador U, and not from "anonymous". I don't even know her.

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Date: 2010-02-16 12:28 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] used_songs
I'm going to have to look for my hs button collection!


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